I'm a fickle, fickle woman.
I have replaced the ring.
I'm still rather kicked though. I own the most beauteous jewellery now. I will scintillate.
I hope people had really nice christmases and are soaking up the cold. As I read on a urine soaked wall "MARRY EXMAS."
And now I have exams. Evil evil exams. So take care of the world for me and if you see me online tell me to go study. Cheers children.

It's one of the better times of the year. Pity I'll have to study through all of it. I fervently hope that indeed turns out to be the case.
I have nothing to say, except that losing dear material items blows. Consequently, it is important to trick myself into believeing that losing my favourite silver ring which I've had and worn continuously since I was 14 is a good thing. If I lose more of my treasured items I won't get so attached to them in the first bleeding place.
Ist bein zen master.

The blue sky is my home. We big girls need our space.

I am so glad he turned up. Good night my insane clowns and my little clown fish. We'll wait for our purple days. With the pots and the cups and soup bowls and ladles full of potion.

YES.

Dear all
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Much love.